My lover(sequel to My Host; namjin)

Namjoon

3 months later.

I rub my eyes tiredly as I close up my latest deal with my newest aspiring artist. Taehyung came down with his father to help assist in the meeting but they're both long gone now. It didn't take long to open my studio and get business started since I had quite a few trusting contacts to help.
It's been 3 terrible months since my last night with Jin. I haven't seen or heard from him since I broke off our engagement. Yoongi has tried to bring it up twice but I've shut him down each time.
It's over.
I've lost the love of my life but I guess he really wasn't mine to begin with. Jimin also hates me. He refuses to talk to me or have anything to do with me. That's ok, I'm glad he's loyal to Jin. He needs good friends since I left him behind. But he left me behind first...
Yoongi and Jimin decided to postpone their wedding even though I told them not to. Their happiness has nothing to do with ours. Or lack there of. Sighing, I exit the building into the cold November air and wonder if Jin's alright. As much as I've tried not to think of him I can't stop. I still love him more than anything and want him by my side.
I pull out my phone and stare at his number like I do almost everyday. I never call it but I just stare at it. Is he dating Chaelin now? Is he happy? Does he miss me, too? Does he still love me...if he ever did? I don't think he was really acting. I've known Jin my whole life and he can't lie very well at all.
Maybe I should have let him explain. I feel guilty I let him go so easily after everything. It's too late to change it, though. I'm sure he's moved on without me. I would have if I were him. I'm nothing special, after all, not like him. He's perfect in every way. God, I miss you baby...
I clear my throat and walk out to my car, slipping my phone deep in my pocket so I can't be tempted. I dial Hoseok on my car phone and wait for him to answer. I feel terrible I didn't tell him I was leaving and it took a week to get ahold of him and when I did he sounded awful. Drained. In pain. He wouldn't talk about it, though, just yelled at me to come home in which I refused.
Yoongi told me that he broke up with Taehyung three days after I left and moved back into his manor. I knew something was off in their relationship but he wouldn't talk to me. Still won't. Taehyung just smirked when I brought it up and I didn't like the vibes I got from him. I didn't ask him again.
"Hello?" He asks, groggily. Must have been asleep.
"Hey, you still planning your trip down here to help me train my new artist?" I ask.
"Yes, Namjoon. I told you ten times I'll be down in two days! I already have my plane ticket. Is he/she actually any good or will I be starting from scratch with them?" He mocks.
"I think he's a natural. You'll like him-cute, too." I tease and he scoffs.
"Whatever. Look-I need my beauty sleep! It's so late here. Call me back later, ok?"
I agree and he hangs up. Yoongi has visited me three times now but I'm still so lonely here. Really I have lots of new acquaintances...but I just miss one person...wanna talk to him...but I'm not ready yet. I know if I saw or spoke to Jin right now I'd beg him to take me back whether he's with Chaelin or not.
When I left I had been so angry. I had thought it'd be easy to get over him but as time went by and I cooled down I realized something. I'll never get over it. Jin's my soulmate, I know it. I don't want to live without him. I feel like a piece of me is missing with him gone.
I've been asked out on many dates and thought about saying yes every time but something always holds me back. I hate it. He hurt me so bad, destroyed me and yet...I can't move on. My heart and mind refuses to get with the program.
I drive to my small compact one bedroom apartment and order Chinese takeout. I can't cook for shit-never been able to. Jin always cooked for me. I've been living in fast food for these last couple months and I'm sick of it. I know if I even try to learn how to cook I'll burn the fucking kitchen down.
I get a knock on my door and walk slowly to open it, frowning. It's too early for my food to arrive and yet too late for visitors. I crack the door to see my neighbor, Wheein, smiling widely. I met Wheein my third day here and found out she's a shy college student from Korea. She's all alone in the states much like myself and we talk sometimes.

I smile back and let her inside. She looks so pretty in a white skirt, pink tucked in blouse, and white flip flops. She plops down on my couch and sighs dramatically. I sit down beside her and wait for her to start...
"Aish! Namjoon-ah...I'm so mad..." she crosses her arms and pouts. I raise an eyebrow curiously. "My eomma wants to come down and see my 'boyfriend'! What am I going to do!" She cries.
I laugh. She told me about how her mom kept pestering her to date so she made up a fake boyfriend to please her. I told her that it would backfire one day but she didn't listen. She eyes me for a moment and I get a bad feeling...
"Namjoon-ah...will you please be my fake boyfriend! My eomma would love you! Please I'll be your slave forever..." she gets down on her knees and pleads. I scoff, unimpressed. "Come on! It's just for a weekend...please please please..."
"Fine!" I say just to shut her up. She's my friend and I suppose I could do this for her. Not like anything will come of it anyway.
"Yay! Thank you, you're such a great friend." She hugs me and I squeeze her back for a second then let go. She gives me a knowing look while I ignore it. She knows I'm gay-well, bi really-but I have no interest in her.
"Well, I just hope I don't regret this.." I groan while she calls her eomma and makes me talk to her. I give my best 'boyfriend' impression to both ladies satisfaction. Aish, I'm going to regret this...